@josamuels liked for a starter!
HIS KATUSH WAS CURRENTLY SAT ON THE EDGE OF THE HOT TUB, his already insufferably tight stockings pushed up to his thighs, feet comforted by the spa’s warm water. He’d FINALLY managed to get his hands on some tequila, kicking his feet back and forth, “Okay...real talk time.” Michael started before bringing the bottle to his lips and taking a swig, “If you had to choose ONE person in all of Lockwood to be stuck on this yacht with for the rest of your life...who would it be?” Brows knitted into a furrow as he raised a finger, “Siblings don’t count though.”